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A New Day
The cool morning breeze
Soft-tapping on my door again and again
Like a secret lover
Seeking to sneak in
Secretly.
Many morning birds
On the trees
Just ahead my verandah
Chirping happily
Like ten thousand typist
In a large typing pool
Typing… typing… typing,
Dawn again.
The sun is raising its head again
In the east
And stretching his feet
Warming up just outside my window
For another marathon
Across the sky
So very wide and bright
Daybreak again.
A new day again
With all the signs and wonders
With all the push and pull
Cloudy realities
And we must give thanks
We must be happy
For one more successful step
Toward the grave.
Soft-tapping on my door again and again
Like a secret lover
Seeking to sneak in
Secretly.
Many morning birds
On the trees
Just ahead my verandah
Chirping happily
Like ten thousand typist
In a large typing pool
Typing… typing… typing,
Dawn again.
The sun is raising its head again
In the east
And stretching his feet
Warming up just outside my window
For another marathon
Across the sky
So very wide and bright
Daybreak again.
A new day again
With all the signs and wonders
With all the push and pull
Cloudy realities
And we must give thanks
We must be happy
For one more successful step
Toward the grave.
Published 26th Oct 2010
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Anonymous
28th Oct 2010 5:27pm
I like this poem Divine! It makes you feel the 'little things of life' different, it makes you stop and think about them, it indeed makes you happy for 'living'. The ending is very surprising and unfortunately ... true =)
Nice work!
Nice work!
29th Oct 2010 9:01am
29th Oct 2010 2:33am
What lovely imagery! The "typing" birds, the sun on its "marathon." I can almost feel that sun, from your part of the world, upon my face. How lovely. :)
29th Oct 2010 9:06am
You make me feel you really actually feel my thoughts in this poem.
We poets thrive on such comments.
The poem is real; the sun in my country, the morning birds even the daily steps to the grave are all real.
Thank you.
21st Jun 2012 11:58pm
Seemed distant and scattered... still held a soft tempo which allowed me to read it to completion. poetry is as much about it's form and composition as it rely's on the text. It ill's me to see 'and' capitalized. tho it went with the rest of your intent... I find it only to distract from the value of the work. fyi! we cant review your response unless you send a private message these comments are not sent to the comment-e...
22nd Jun 2012 3:39pm
Your honest critic is well appreciated especially when I consider that the poem had bee published here a long time ago. It feels so good. I thank you so much for it.
Talking about capitalising "and", It is simply because it is the beginning of a new line.
And I don't quite get this part of the comment: "we cant review your response unless you send a private message these comments are not sent to the comment-e..."
However thank you so much.
Talking about capitalising "and", It is simply because it is the beginning of a new line.
And I don't quite get this part of the comment: "we cant review your response unless you send a private message these comments are not sent to the comment-e..."
However thank you so much.
